christian-j-clark
American
Christian Jude Clark was blessed with a passion for writing & has been doing what he loves ever since he was able to hold a pen. Just like his writing, Christian is unique. He is constantly growing and developing & so are his skills as a writer. It's difficult for Christian to categorize his writing, because he doesn't like boundaries or limitations. Christian believes that writing is less about the technicalities, and more about the soul. He believes that writers need to write what comes naturally & allow the rules to conform to them- not the other way around.
I once built a ladder to the moon
To deposit my heartbreak among the stars
I gathered the slivers, the shards and dust
Then piled it there on the moon to rust
Next to a flagpole that never was
Under the brilliance of a blazing sun
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 11:19 AM UTC
**All my late night rendezvous
Have since been eclipsed
By stable days and nights with you.
You save me from the spiders in my shoes,
And when storm clouds start grumbling, I save you.
And I know that this sounds cheesy--
But I don't care. I don't care!
Because I happen to know you ******* love cheese.
And for you babe,
I'll be the best cheese.
I'll be thy holy Swiss cheese,
I'll be your buttered Brie.
And when we've aged 50 years?
Well then babe,
*I'll be your ******* Gouda.*
At least, that's what I want to be
If you'll let me.
I want to be the finest cheese your tongue has ever tasted.
So lay your wine-stained lips on me;
Let's see how we pair.**
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
You gaze into a lifeless thing
To judge your own complexion
But don't you know by now?
A mirror only shows imperfection
You stress about the way you look
'til it becomes an obsession
What's wrong with who you are?
Self loathing just leads to depression
The tempered glass is filled with flaws
Concealed from your detection
Why believe what you see?
The reflection hides your perfection
--Christian J. Clark
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 8:49 PM UTC
The universe is immersed in revolution. Not the type of revolution spoken of in history books, although that also might be true. No, the universe is immersed in revolving objects of all forms. Objects with orbits revolving around other objects in orbit. Infinite orbitals.
Our sun is at the pinnacle of the solar system where we exist. All of the planets, including our own, revolve around this celestial star. This star, our sun, also revolves around something greater. On a more local scale, our mother planet, Earth, also has an orbit whereas the moon finds itself in eternal rotation. On a microscopic level, even the atoms that compose us and all things, have orbits their own. Objects with orbits revolving around other objects in orbit... infinite orbitals.
It is not surprising then to realize that we humans are also objects of orbit, with orbits of our own. Each of us have orbitals. We have orbits revolving around us where we store the pieces of ourselves we choose to ignore. We have orbits revolving around us where we store the pieces of ourselves we cannot yet embrace.
When you put something into one of your orbits, your must understand that it does not leave you; it's still there revolving around you like clockwork. If you put that part of you out there, if you ignore it, it does not go away. It's still a part of you, revolving around until you chose to make peace with it.
It's okay to have orbits, we all do. Just realize that when you have too many pieces of yourself orbiting around, things get a little hazy. Your vision is obscured by a cloud of things you refuse to accept. A cloud of things your refuse to embrace. How can you see clearly through the smog of all the things about yourself you chose to reject?
When you live in a shroud of orbits, you experience life in a darker hue.
If you're living inside a dark cloud, understand that it doesn't have to be that way.
You are the commander that decides which parts of yourself get launched into orbit.
You are also the one that decides which parts of yourself you're ready to reclaim.
That's the beauty of it. That's the silver lining.
You're in control of the revolutions around you.
You're in control of your own revolution.
So, what are you waiting for?
Carpe Diem
--Christian J. Clark
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 5:18 PM UTC
Red, barren, cracked and dry
Death makes a daily appearance
On scorching waves of desert sky
Life, like water is sparse and shy
Out of the clay one dares take a risk
Through fractured floor a foreigner arrives
--Christian J. Clark
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 5:17 PM UTC
Dear Ambidextrous Man,
I hear you write words with both of your hands
How does it feel? How does it feel to fight with your hands?
One scrawls your joy, while the other your pain
Together they paint a dull world of gray
Luxurious, lovely, lustful letters
Flirting together on fragile lines
Thick contradictions dancing around
Weaving in... and weaving out...
Potent words piercing the pages
Eloquent chains that tactfully twist
Clashing together in colloquial cacophony
A civil war complete with friendly fire
Black... White... Black... White.... Gray
Dear Ambidextrous Man,
How does it feel to fight with your hands?
Awfully good...
Awfully good...
Awfully good?
--Christian J. Clark
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 2:47 PM UTC
The show has gone on for long enough
I'm not quite sure there's more to see
So finish what you've started now
Cut! The End! No credits please.
This show has gone on for long enough
Fire scorches without flame
Thunder children roar in silence
Foaming waters call Thy name
Their show has gone on for long enough
Shadows poison lightning rays
Caustic music flakes commotion
Inhaling death alive with haze
Our show has gone on for long enough
Stinging, Queen Bee's kiss betrays
Bitter rain cleans ****** feet
A saddled horse brings no delays
The show has gone on for long enough
I'm not quite sure there's more to see
So finish what you've started now
Cut! The End! No credits please.
--Christian J. Clark
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 2:40 PM UTC
Today, the sky is an ashen hue of grey.
Today, the sky is void of warmth.
Today, Christmas is a week away.
Today, the sky is weeping.
I stand in line at the checkout stand.
Two older women wait ahead of me.
My ears tune-in to their conversation.
They're talking about Connecticut.
*"...they say he took his mother's life..."
"...went to the school and took the lives of 20 children..."
"...he went in and they said they heard popping sounds..."
"...they say it's the second to worst school shooting, ever..."
"...anyways, they say she was probably the first child to be shot..."*
And there it was.
Good old American sentiment at it's finest.
Does it really matter who's innocent life was taken first?
Does it really matter?
So petty.
So insignificant.
Here we are, facing a tragedy... and then,
Here we are turning it into a competition.
Frustration hits me like a wave as I stand there in line.
My stomach twists because it's always the same.
My head swirls as I feel the earth spinning
It's always the same.
The sky still sobs as I leave the store.
The haze still haunts and the cold confirms.
I get in my car to drive away from the women.
I get in my car to drive away from the twisted sentiment.
Now I am standing alone in the rain.
The callous wind nips at my neck.
I stare at the rippling surface of the lake.
I watch the reflecting sky distort itself.
Somewhere out there people are suffering.
Around the world humans die every day.
But when it's here, the world morns with us,
And when it's out there, we pretend not to know.
--Christian J. Clark
Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 5:20 PM UTC
The spotlight's on you darlin' and it's making you blind.
Isn't this what you wanted?
An actress on the stage
(No wonder you can't see)
Swirl those hips around,
Bare it all for the show
(Ignore my advice; don't listen to me)
Display all those bruises- all those bones
Take pride in the scars examined like stars
Drip your silver tears dry without sound
Scream and howl like a beast on the prowl
(I hate what you've done to yourself)
Hold that head high and show your strong side
(Then crawl away like you have no friends)
Double sided twisted figure turn around... turn around!
Pound those heels on the stage like a knife to my heart
(Don't be gentle, make it count)
Hang me from the curtains then take your bow
*(There are better ways to **** a man)*
The spotlight's on you darlin' and it's making you blind
(At least you can't see what you're doing)
--Christian J. Clark, 2011
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 12:49 PM UTC
Retrograded renegade
Bluntly severed runaway
Recomposing rogue of ruin
Rotting in the righteous rain
After the leaves and acorns
Yet before the frost and snow
They say it's only confusion
Artwork by Vincent Van Gogh
Through the blurs of unsettled motion
Vaguely with cloud covered eyes I see
A struggle to remember whatever happened
Interrupted by foreign memories
Not something from which you recover
Not something the curers can find
A plague without satisfaction
This is no cure for the colorless mind
--Christian J. Clark
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 10:38 PM UTC